I see them, they see me,
One covered in ink,
one with a leaf,
and one with a cup of moldy tea.
Oh the things I know, the things I see,
This museum is haunted I say.
I have interrupted their peace,
and now I must pay.
But I must have faith in the lord,
He will protect me from their horde.
They want my freedom, they want my gold,
And over time they do grow bold.
They do not want me to know about their king.
Oh I have seen him and he is a pale thing.
He is a ghost and he wants my body as a host.
I must escape from this hellhole,
And from him and his dolls.
Guy Smelt 1833
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